Just the other day, my band, Bodega Girls, played the CMJ festival. Here is my quick re-cap:

I drove 2 and 1/2 hours at 85 miles per hour and ran over 3 dead deer before hitting Manhattan. Saw Gilbert Godfrey and one of the Strokes getting lattes as I shivered from lack of sleep and an overuse of Adderall. Played a show to a room full of white folks and the dude from Counting Crows, did 5 shots of tequila and covered “Teenage Kicks” by The Undertones. Went to Don Hills to watch Amazing Baby play to a room full of supermodel women and men who look like ship captains from The Titanic…I was dressed like a honkie version of a Black Panther.

Saw Juliette Lewis and some French dude telling her how much he loved her in “Cape Fear”. Saw a girl puke on her boyfriend’s iPhone. Drank 12 free beers and danced to Badfinger with a gypsy and an 19 year-old girl. Before I hailed a cab, I saw a Sausage vendor throw a tray of grilled onions at a cop. Rolled back to Brooklyn at 6 AM to sleep on my friend’s floor. Got a total of 28 minutes of sleep and woke up next to a cat playing inside of a plastic bag.

I love New York.